Like a 90-minute toothache-twinge, this fantastically annoying new wave homage from Christophe Honoré is the smuggest film of the week. Romain Duris and Louis Garrel play two brothers living with their father (Guy Marchand) in his apartment in the Paris suburbs. There is a tragic family secret perfunctorily sketched in, which is supposed to give depth to the supercilious wittering. When Duris sings an impulsive duet over the phone with his ex-girlfriend, it made me want to grab my ears, pull them together over my face and tie a knot in them.